A Token Of My Extreme - Vamp/Live

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 Don't you be Tarot-fied
 It's just a token
 of my extreme
 Don't you be Tarot-fied
 It's just a token
 of my extreme
 Don't you never try to
 look behind my eyes
 You don't wanna know
 what they have seen
 Don't you never try to
 look behind my eyes
 You don't wanna know
 what they have seen
 Some people think
 That if they go too far
 They'll never get back
 To where the rest of
 them are
 I might be crazy
 But there's one thing
 I know
 You might be surprised
 At what you find
 when ya go!
 And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office cathedral, warehouse, condominium complex,
 JOE seeks The Answer to his problem...
 Oh oh oh
 Mystical Advisor
 What is my problem,
 tell me
 Can you see?
 Well, you have nothing
 to fear, my son!
 You are a Latent
 Appliance Fetishist,
 It appears to me!
 That all seems very,
 very strange
 I never craved
 a toaster
 Or a color T.V.
 A Latent Appliance
 Fetishist
 Is a person who
 refuses to admit
 to his or herself
 That sexual
 gratification can
 only be achieved
 Through the use of
 MACHINES...
 Get the picture?
 Are you telling me
 I should come out
 of the closet now
 Mr. Ron?
 No, my son!
 You must go into
 the closet
 What?
 And you will have
 Heh?
 Hey!
 A lot of fun!
 That's where
 they all live
 So if you want an
 Appliance to love you
 You'll have to
 go in there
 'N' get you one
 Well... that seems
 simple enough...
 Yes, but if you want a
 really good one,
 You'll have to learn a
 foreign language...
 German, for instance?
 That's right...
 A lot of really cute
 ones come from
 over there!
 (Fifty bucks, please)
 And a cheerful group of
 Appliantologists dance
 into the room wearing
 aluminum foil lab smocks,
 lock arms in a circle
 around JOE, making sure
 he pays in full, all the
 while singing with L. RON
 as he delivers his final
 instructions...:
 If you been
 Mod-O-fied,
 It's an illusion,
 an you're in between
 Don't you be
 Tarot-fied,
 It's just a lot of nothin',
 So what can it mean?
 If you been
 Mod-O-fied,
 It's an illusion,
 an yer in between
 Don't you be
 Tarot-fied,
 It's just a lot of nothin',
 So what can it mean?
 If you been
 Mod-O-fied,
 It's an illusion,
 an yer in between...
 JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON's expensive advice
 This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak
 German Now, get this, heres why he did it! He's gonna go to this club on
 the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET...
 And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up
 like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)... so
 Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes in this place and he sees
 these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other, and he
 sees this one... that looks like it's a cross between an industrial vacuum
 cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body...
 it's really exciting... and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG...